Page 20 of Crave
Jamison chuckled. “Touché.”
Brent was back with the wine and poured a glass for Jamison and one for me too. I didn’t refuse my glass and didn’t want to. Jamison was saying something about Bree having several personalities. Suddenly, I saw him and me together. My breath hitched as I visualized his hands roaming my body and his mouth stimulating my erogenous zones, finding hot spots I never knew existed. My womanhood was experiencing a sense memory of his girthy erection plunging in and out of my ready depths. I shut my eyes tightly, pushing the image out of my head.
“Are you okay?” he asked, sounding concerned.
“Mm-hmm,” I said, nodding erratically, and took a sip of wine.
“So, here’s what I want to know,” he said, smiling smugly. I was positive Jamison knew he was getting me all hot and bothered.
I took another drink of wine. “Hm?”
He smirked. “I’m a busy man, but my cell phone doesn’t ring nearly as much as yours.”
On cue, my attention snapped to my device as it rang while sitting on top of the table. We laughed at the strange coincidence. I looked to see who was calling and then picked up my cell phone.
I raised a finger. “I’m sorry, Jamison. Could you give me a moment?”
Grinning, he nodded. The way he wasn’t a dick about me taking a call in the middle of our dinner made me want him even more. I knew my skin was flushed, but I couldn’t help that.
“Hey,” I said, curling away from Jamison for privacy.
It was Alana, one of my assistants. In a frantic rush, she told me that they couldn't fly out of New York that night because the storm had blown in faster than forecasted. “It’s really bad, Bryn. Alex and I think we should just get home while we still can and wait this one out.”
I nodded feverishly. “I agree. Eden and I have plenty to do tomorrow. If I need you for something, I’ll call you, but for now, get home. We’ll stay in touch.”
“Thanks. Love you.”
“Love you too,” I replied.
I ended the call and then faced Jamison, who was frowning. “You love Alan?” I detected regret in his tone.
I chuckled and rolled my eyes. “You mean Alana, my assistant?” I explained the weather conditions to him and how I’d been expecting Alana and Alex that night.
“Then you’ll be alone tonight?” he asked.
My mouth opened, but nothing came out, because my brain was experiencing a traffic jam. I wanted to say yes or maybe no. Fortunately, Brent arrived at our table with our entrées. My plate hit the table, and I wasted no time plopping a hot, crispy, delicious truffle fry into my mouth. After one went in, then went another and another. Brent poured more wine for me and Jamison. I bit into the sweet bun with tasty cheese, sautéed onions, and savory meat. My body became more satiated with each bite.
“Then you were hungry?” Jamison asked.
I paused and paid attention to myself. My posture was slumped, and I’d been tearing into my food like a lion with a fresh kill. Laughing, I sat up straight. “Yeah, I was.” I took another bite of burger.
He watched me with an adoring smile. My heart, mind, and sex loved the way he looked at me. “Remember the dinner at your brother’s house?”
I nodded, putting another fry into my mouth.
“The food was good,” he said.
“Yep.”
“You enjoyed it.”
“I did.”
“It was so damn sexy.”
I stopped midchew. Our gazes penetrated each other. There was no doubt about it—we’d gotten to the point of no return.
Jamison tapped on the table and then abruptly leaned toward me. “I didn’t get a room because you have a two-bedroom suite,” he whispered, his gaze penetrating me.
